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fandomtownies2013-01-07 01:57 pm
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Café Fina, Monday Evening
In a dressing room by the kitchen, Monsieur du Vallon examined himself in the mirror and straightened his collar. "Is this entirely necessary?" he asked the Cheese Grater, for what seemed like the thousandth time.
He'd been given a custom-tailored outfit of satin and velvet which was encumbered with more golden embroidery and trim than one could think possible. There were enormous lace ruffles bursting out of the sleeves and neckline. Many of the threads were spun from real gold -- or, at least, looked it -- and they made the whole vestment sparkle. It was extravagant, it was gaudy, and very few people would be willing to be seen wearing it. If you looked at it from just the right angle, and ignored the large roundness of the lord's stomach that kept the lines of the garments from being as straight as they should, the whole ensemble made him look somewhat like a pretentious candelabra.
But, of course, the clothes weren't the problem. Monsieur du Vallon LOVED the clothes, in fact, and was considering asking the dishes to make him a few more sets, in varying colors. No, the problem was what they intended for him to do in the clothes. "Are you sure?" he asked again.
"It's tradition," the Cheese Grater insisted.
With a sigh, Porthos took his place at the front of the line of dishes waiting to serve the customers. He held his head high and strode out into the dining room, followed by the staff.
"Mesdames, Mesdemoiselles, et Messieurs," he addressed the room. "It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax; let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents... your dinner!"
He'd been given a custom-tailored outfit of satin and velvet which was encumbered with more golden embroidery and trim than one could think possible. There were enormous lace ruffles bursting out of the sleeves and neckline. Many of the threads were spun from real gold -- or, at least, looked it -- and they made the whole vestment sparkle. It was extravagant, it was gaudy, and very few people would be willing to be seen wearing it. If you looked at it from just the right angle, and ignored the large roundness of the lord's stomach that kept the lines of the garments from being as straight as they should, the whole ensemble made him look somewhat like a pretentious candelabra.
But, of course, the clothes weren't the problem. Monsieur du Vallon LOVED the clothes, in fact, and was considering asking the dishes to make him a few more sets, in varying colors. No, the problem was what they intended for him to do in the clothes. "Are you sure?" he asked again.
"It's tradition," the Cheese Grater insisted.
With a sigh, Porthos took his place at the front of the line of dishes waiting to serve the customers. He held his head high and strode out into the dining room, followed by the staff.
"Mesdames, Mesdemoiselles, et Messieurs," he addressed the room. "It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax; let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents... your dinner!"
Be our guest! Be our guest!
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin 'round your neck, chéries
And we'll provide the rest...
Enjoy your dinner!
Mod your own service, or ask in the OOC thread for a waiter.
* Note: The funny man is the size of a small mountain, and not nearly drunk enough for the song and dance routine he's doing. Fortunately, he will not actually rip your throat out with his bare hands for laughing the wrong way, even though he's perfectly capable of it.
Talk to Porthos
Inquire about employment
OOC
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